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ain't you proud that you still got faces?

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released April 29, 2017

written by ben joseph
recorded and mixed by noam wallenberg at rax trax recording in chicago, il
mastered by greg calbi at sterling sound in new york city

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secret bad boy Chicago, Illinois

Secret Bad Boy is a band, conceived and fronted by Ben Joseph, a boy who lives in Chicago and is a continuing member of Ezra Furman and the Boyfriends.

Secret Bad Boy is on tour in support of their new recordings, which feature members of Vulfpeck, the Mild High Club, and I Fight Dragons, as well as the voice of the 1990's cartoon pasta mascot, Cheesasaurus Rex.
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Track Name: double platinum
you've got this friend
she's always in
people always leaning in to hear what she's saying

i'm such a boy
she's miss illinois
pain is getting stronger in the pit of my stomach

every other day
you can feel it when you're driving away
every other day
like a zombie tryin'a munch on your brain

you're waking up from the strangest dream
you grab the phone and scream "don't treat me like that"

don't walk to my car
stay where you are
don't become another one of my lies of omission

smiling so wide
but not the edge of your eyes
yeah, i think we feel the same kind of pain
think you should forget-a my name
think i'm feeling too
fresh

you're waking up from the strangest dream
you grab the phone and scream "don't treat me like that"
'cause rich boys can be so cruel
but mama didn't raise no fool
don't treat me like that

get in your bunk
smells like a skunk
looks like a stowaway in the boxcar

gold on your walls
silver and bronze
think i'll leave 'fore you go double platinum

every single day
you can see it on the bartender's face
every single day
like the rag they use to wipe down the place

you ride the bus 'til your soul gets stale
just to chase some tail
don't treat me like that
'cause little cuts still make you bleed
you give and receive
don't treat me like that

you're waking up from the strangest dream
you grab the phone and scream "don't treat me like that"
'cause rich boys can be so cruel
but mama didn't raise no fool
don't treat me like that
Track Name: chicken
she saw me walking down the streets of your fine city, wherever we are right now
kinda turned me on when she looked at me and said whatever people say around here
i don't usually talk to strangers, and that's a bold-faced lie
i talk to strangers all the time
really that's most of my life

she took me out where the streetlights were placed a little farther apart
i walked around for about four years, seen a lot of people
some of them impressed me, but not that much, and i said
"who do i talk to here? what race of man is this? i got problems, baby, i got complaints"
she looked up at the hotel behind me
and her eyes got big like dinner plates, she said

baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
hate to be a chicken when the wolves come out
hate to be the middle when the bottom drops out

she started pulling stuff out from behind the camera, a case of glue and a stick of dynamite
it was right about then i realized, this whole time i thought it was a joke, or a metaphor, or something, but
this ain't no joking time, this isn't private school
where do you think they got those nightsticks and hats?
she said "look around, harry, half the people talking right past each other, half the people just sitting back" she said

baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
hate to meet your maker in the big boy town

how is she riding
a motorcycle
and keeping on that little pinwheel hat?
how is she riding
a motorcycle?
and how come i don't know how to do that?

baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
hate to crash a party like a xedong mao
hate to meet your maker in the big boy town
hate to be the middle when the bottom drops out

baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
hate to crash a party like a xedong mao
hate to be the middle when the bottom drops out
hate to be a chicken when the wolves come out

baby get your torch and your pitchforks out
hate to crash a party like a xedong mao
hate to meet your maker in the big boy town
hate to be a chicken when the wolves come out